Typical

Pretty much your average 21st C British day. Two trips to the dump, DIY shop for a new wheelbarrow, dentists again for Mrs P, park for boys (Boo, no Joe Cole!, it seems he's off to Tottenham), new garden seat constructed, pizza for tea, the rest of them here consumed by technology while I changed my hair colour to something a little more respectable than swimming pool yellow straw, now one child in the tent, one upstairs, and at least Mrs P finally can have a glass of wine. Some telly now I think. Power down. Great to have a typical day that's quite unusual for us.

Sorry, rubbish shot, missed a double triple rainbow over Waitrose